Elena
Washing my face in the sink, I couldn't help but stare at my reflection in the mirror.
It seemed that my condition had finally started to stabilize. The excess softness on my cheeks had faded, and little by little, my features began to sharpen—my jawline was more defined, my collarbones more visible beneath my skin.
Yet despite that, I couldn’t feel happy.
It only reminded me of the past—of the days I forced myself to starve, convincing myself that if I were thinner… prettier… more desirable… the Alpha might finally look at me the way I wanted him to.
The woman in the mirror stared back at me with hollow, exhausted eyes. Her eyes were red, bloodshot, as if they had been rubbed raw. Her hair was slightly disheveled, strands clinging to her damp cheeks and water traile
